Hard Questions

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Being a parent means you have to answer hard questions,
This poem is of time with my daughter Tamara in a session.
I’ve tried to recall the questions she asked that day,
Hoping I did not lead her astray with what I did say.

I published this poem about 3 years ago.
I saw it again and I sure did like it so.
So I’m rerunning from that time long ago,
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